Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.